We were spending the night in Allerford, in a house near the river -
We'd eaten a brigand's dinner, the table set before an ancient fireplace -
A rich carpet covered the stone floor -
Oak furniture reflected the firelight -
Boots were heaped up in the hall -
The thick walls were roughly plastered -
We climbed the narrow stairs to lie upon the high bed -
There, under the mossy thatch, bad dreams came to me like colourless birds -
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Friday 13 January 2017
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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